Lyrics Letter To The Other Side - Rio Da Yung OG

Letter To The Other Side

Ayy, them niggas talkin' 'bout calm down, I’m like, «Fuck that»\nSixty months or tell us what you know, shit, where my cuffs at?\nHid an ounce of dog by my balls, that’s a nutsack\nOunce of hard in your bitch ass, call that buttcrack\nSurrendered in the spring, drunk every brand of lean but Act'\nStill got a pint at dukes' crib, she better not touch that\nHe buyin' drank out a baby bottle, I wouldn’t trust that\nOkay, it’s time to wrap these pounds up, I had enough of rap\nIt’s the end of September, I got a crop comin'\nFuck the lollygaggin', I would never stop hustlin'\nMost of these rap niggas is my sons, they need to stop cussin'\nBall my hands up before I shoot, I’m tryna drop somethin'\nAyy, I’m tryna drop one\nI don’t think you niggas get it, though\nAnd hell nah, that bitch baby ain’t mine, but I hit it, though\nYou flew some bitches out of town on Spirit? Where your spirit go?\nI’m the same nigga from them videos\nThat same dirty-lookin' nigga in expensive clothes\nSpent like eighty thousand on my girl, but I don’t trick with hoes\nI be makin' bitches straddle home and you be lickin' toes\nI’ll be back, I got a couple months left\nThe regular Cookie gone, all I got is Runtz left\nRidin' with the rifle on my lap, we don’t trunk lift\nPalace filled with fake cases of Wock', I need a forklift\nThis my letter from the other side\nI’m doin' great, I just sit and watch the money pile\nLast time you seen me in the O, I made a hundred thou'\nOff doin' shows and features, but I label that a turnaround\nBeen in the feds for nine months and made a half a ticket\nThat’s not a lot, but where I’m from, shit, that’s like thirty million\nDid so many features in the D, it caused the Great Depression\nPrison taught me never trust a soul and that’s the greatest lesson\nHe done fucked the pape' up, I see gray, he stressin'\n'Fore I used to reup on the dope, I let my auntie test it\nKnew this shit was good, she took a hit and asked me eighty questions\nAnyway, I’ll be home soon to come save y’all niggas\nNigga\nThis my letter from the other side\nYeah\nSuperman’ll be home in a minute, man